The chalice of empty.

The chalice of empty.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Was the quest for nothing fulfilling?
Was it full of nothing,
running on empty?
What became of the road
less travelled?
Did it become a highway?
And what of the seasons!
The out of seasons?
They say you only live once!
But that’s not true
you only die once!
But back to the quest,
what fulfilled the chalice empty
and who knocked it over?
Was the girl the muse
to the poet?
Or was it the love
of words displayed?

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Ah, intellectual curiosity in a clever poem! What about that chalice? Was it once half full or half empty, or in the clumsy hands of an ingrate? I enjoyed this one, Andrew.

Posted 6 Years Ago


there are so many sayings that we might question...and there are other things i have questioned over the years...this brings up one of them...what actually is in that chalice...and the consecration...is there really a changing of a host into the body of Christ? Or is it all just symbolic?
lots of pertinent questions asked here.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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